Monday, 7 November 2011

The Fancy Feather

She felt the lost fancy feather
I'd seen a breath before
Blow a stray confusion of kisses
Giddy wavers through our hair.
Did one sand hearted wing betray you
To float on the morning fray?
So you appeal to an off the shoulder
To rest jet landings on loan
Till a garland reins in the breeze.
After you, are you tempted to linger
To hear stories of the lost fancy feather
And be grazed on the cheek by a quill.
In a triangle we link for a moment
Then cross unrequited to wonder
Why our safety chain is tired and undone
When we sleep diamond mines all night long.

2011

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